MynameisMoniker
MynameisMoniker
MynameisMoniker

Travel labor nurse here - we can have the best job or the worst job. All nurses think they have the hardest job and it’s because we all do. We all deal with difficult shit constantly. I enjoy being a nurse but there are plenty of days where I’m like fuck that, I want an office job. That’s the beauty of nursing though,

A patient died while I was taking his vitals and doing his morning assessment. So it was like, “Good morning, Mr. Blah-Blah, I’m Nurse CatHerdingStudent and I’m just going to put this on your arm to measure your blood pressure and listen to your lungs and heart, okay?” He looks over at me while I put on the cuff,

I am a female physician. I did my residency in the 1990s and I remember the nurses as a godsend. We had to run the ER as residents when we were one year out of medical school. It was a busy urban ER and drug overdoses and end stage HIV (it was during the height of the epidemic and there was no great treatment) as well

I’m not a nurse, but I gotta recount what my badass nurse cousin did this weekend...

My old roommate was a nurse. We lived down the street from our city’s main hospital, and we wanted another roommate to help out with rent. She was not the most ideal roommate for my best friend, but I liked her enough that one Sunday afternoon we walked down to the gas station to pick up some 40s so we could day drink

I just have to say, I love nurses. My parents are nurses, my wife is a nurse, my aunt is a nurse, and nurses have been the best advocates for me whenever I’m hospitalized (which is, sadly, far too often.) Ya’ll are doing amazing work, and I wouldn’t have made it these last 29 years without the help of nurses.

Dear Entire Town of Dearborn, Kansas,

Several years ago I ditched The Bump because I noticed a lot of posts talking about not using wipes/anything on their kids behinds if the diaper only contained pee. Not for any medical, sensitive skin reason - they were just doing it. I posted a very scaled down (as compared to my initial wtf reaction) post asking

It’s not Kristen’s fault her stupid dreams have made her choose this stupid name and that stupid photo and also I blame her stupid husband and her stupid friends who knew exactly what she was doing and didn’t forcibly stop her from doing it.

But being a corpse is very different from estranged. Can we all agree on that?

If I wanted to see the world through the eyes of a giant ballsack, I’d stick a Go-pro somewhere underneath Donald Trump’s toupee.

I got to fly on a delivery flight of a brand-new B737-700, direct from Boeing. It was me, along with four other coworkers, and the Flight Deck Crew.

Sitting on the flight deck jumpseat while in-flight and during landing was an amazing experience.

I had a similarly empty flight about six months before 9/11. We were flying from Denver back to Boston, and for some reason, nobody was on the plane. We each had our own rows in this giant 747 behemoth. The flight attendants gave us all free wine, and then they sat down and watched the movie with us.

When I was in college I somehow screwed up and ended up flying home on Christmas Day. Best flight ever. Plane was pretty empty, the crew was determined to make the best of a bad situation, one of them sang the most obscene rendition of The Twelve Days of Christmas I’ve ever heard (I was the youngest person on the

Same thing happened to me on a flight from Philly to London. I think there were a total of 8 passengers on a 747. I sat with 2 of the flight crew who gave me 2 bottles of wine to celebrate by move to London.

That does not surprise me. I once stepped on a baby at a bar. The kid was seriously sitting on the nasty ass floor in front of the bathroom. Why would I be looking down? I’m never expecting a baby on the floor at a bar.

Jealous! I flew out of JFK on Sept. 11th 2004 or 2005, and there were maybe 15 people on the whole plane. We all got our own rows. Since I was a hungover mess, I put up all the arm rests and slept all the way to CA. We did not get free booze.

That is amazing, and the memory of that would comfort me through years of travel indignities.

Photo proof.

One time I flew from LGA to DCA on a 737 that had a total of 5 passengers on it. It was so cool, they let all of us sit in first class and we skipped the safety spiel and drank free liquor with the flight attendants.